It takes the soul and crushes like a sword
The dawn rings in the wonted tone....
To sweat,strain and relish the groan..
Colourful cohorts gaze and dance to seek
Some toil and wage to keep..
Abide the whipping songs of masters...
Oh!to feed grains to their folks
They gain and learn life..
Alas,discard and burry their little life..
Rules shower thousand rights...
Still they ravel in voiceless plights...
Afew rings em child and alots yell labour
Neither a child,nor a labour...
Bare victim of seven letter word
Poverty.
4 comments:
so beautifully expressd!
wow.. this is beautiful..! simple yet very elegant... i liked it very much..
too good poetess.. no words!
harsh reality portrayed beautifully!
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